Oh The left hand. One I use when my strength and trust has retired Lays upon a lightly laced (cloth) Disembarc of the covenant.
Lick the place that my hand lays On. I Humanly wrong Make gong out of the chaotic amount Noisy bloods hitting the walls on it's way out to the rest of her vessel.
She can make what is mine hers. She can make the mind like purse. So she speaks.
My want move the weak hand reach. So this something can compete with And maybe even complete sweet.
**** self made namesake peach. Stir & heat with onions And wash the perceptive pounds I POUND These tons now neat your Golden ratio To be betrayed and be peated
What is cheating? What is your definition of love?